For all their dissimilarity, they retain something in common – the Russian language, at least, although not quite Russian. For example, Sergei Belyakov (many thanks to him) sent me a scan from the label of Turkmen socks, which were bought, oddly enough, in Moscow.
“Nosktz Mogo Fucking Mobe” is, of course, strongly said, despite the fact that the text with the frontal political slogan “XXI century is the Golden Age of the Turkmen people” (why on socks?!!!), printed just without errors, as if there is a special quotation man in the printing house, and they can clarify how to write it, but about the apolitical “whore” they had no one to consult with.
Against this background, the strange named factory is no longer impressed – “Boomerang – Comfort”. What kind of comfort that returns a boomerang and where he hit at the same time – no one will ever know this.
In general, Turkmens already live in an independent state and are not at all obligated to know the Russian language, it is sad that they had known it before, and this was not the most useless knowledge in this world. And the young man on this label also does not look at all the happiest.
This was sent by Igor Dodok from Kyiv. Most of all I liked the imperative mood – to invigorate your mother and everything here, mom just nowhere to go, except how to be cheerful. Very narrow positioning – only Dynamo fans, Shakhtar fans such an enemy swill, even dying with thirst, will not take into their mouths.
And this is a withers from Farhad from Tashkent – the largest supermarket “Mir” in the capital of Uzbekistan moves itself with the help of this wonderful picture, which has already been used on the very beginning of this very common space – near Moscow, where the “Skhodnya -Mebel” is located. So try to determine how this picture appeared in Uzbekistan? Most likely, they have a common source-some kind of image, which is indirectly evidenced by the “our” type of grandfather. On the other hand, in my opinion IMHO SLIDE is not very – that professional, overloaded with details, the cat again and t. D. It may be that on the way to Sheremetyevo a certain Uzbek boss got lost and, turning not right, to the airport but to the left, to Ikea saw this wonderful shield and photographed it.
Maybe the Skhodnya-Mebel placed this layout in some catalog, which reached Uzbekistan. And the most incredible, but very flattering option for our pride – this layout was borrowed precisely on Creatiff. In this case, we fulfilled our mission to introduce the public with the best achievements of world and domestic advertising.
And from Farhad – advertising pizza from a local publication designed for foreigners.
I agree with Farhad that just as somewhere in Milan it would be difficult to find the best pilaf in the world, in Tashkent they are unlikely to produce the best pizza in the world and it is very difficult to believe that this is a revolution in the glorious case of pizzel. And also the name is suitable – Papa. Papa is apparently Don Corleone, a character with many real prototypes in the post -Soviet space.
From Yura Che from Estonia. It is very sorry that it remains incomprehensible what is meant, what kind of mighty Estonian brand.
And this is already Russia, here Elena found this business card of the Yaroslavl taxi. Something for the younger group of kindergarten. Continuous effort-call Ding-Din-din, Bibi will come to the telephone, they will tell him Vesi-Vesi, Bibi, and he will be lucky to earn a tasty ny-yam and a strong bullet-boule, where it will go, to live, it is necessary to live. Not otherwise than the wife of the head of this park entrusted this business – to order business cards, she showed all her talents.
Volgograd was sent by Stanislav Skgildin, who visited there in the summer.
For some reason, the logo of the American basketball club causes meat producers throughout the post-Soviet space an insurmountable desire to steal it. Well, they like him what to do, although in theory, the logo of the sports club and the logo of the meat processing plant should make a different impression.
There were just Uzbek sausages, and now here are Russian.
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